Starry-eyed

Millions, living it up in the open

Those golden pixels the starry-eyed soak in

Blanketed by the naked truth, it is denied

Chased by the sun emerging from its hide

The earth has a silver spoon

Its silky light makes lovers swoon

It isn’t the only moon

Neither is the harbinger of gloom

Space squanders much light

On us, blind to the inner height

Jewels of the sky, sun, moon and stars

We won’t be there to read their memoirs

Thankfully we aren’t hopelessly lost

The inner sun isn’t faithful to the misty frost

When it turns on the starry-eyed

Bitter tears remain long after they have cried